Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 10 The Book Boy

   Emperor Tai'an has only two sons, one is the crown prince and the other is the fourth prince, King Wei.

  The crown prince was born by the first queen, and his status as the eldest son made his status as the prince unshakable.

  The biological mother of the King of Wei is now a high-ranking concubine, but she was born as a palace maid. To be today is nothing but a mother and a child. As for the king of Wei himself, he was far less loved than the prince was by Emperor Tai'an.

  Wen Hao recovered from the extreme shock, but was not surprised again.

   No matter how much her father dislikes her, she is also his daughter. If he can let a dignified waiter quietly send his daughter to play, the identity of the other party must be indescribable.

  My grandfather and grandmother passed away, my mother was crazy and stupid, and she was dumb, not to mention the right family, even if the family was two grades worse than the Wen family. Marrying at a lower level will not help a father who does not consider his daughter's lifelong happiness. It is better to keep it at home and spend some food rations.

   She is just a lonely soul that no one in the Wen family cares about. How can my father not be moved if he can gain the attention of the crown prince in exchange for his father's respect as the crown prince?

   After all, he was the one who quietly killed his wife who had been married for more than 20 years.

  Prince... One of her enemies, and the prince.

   is not the prince whose status as the crown prince is precarious, but the next emperor without doubt in the eyes of everyone.

   This is really a big mountain that is hard to move.

  Wen Hao lowered his eyes and stared at the slender hand.

   "Well, are you not feeling well?" Lin asked with concern, looking at her daughter's pale complexion.

  Wen Hao raised his lips: "No discomfort. Has your mother picked it?"

   Lin pointed to the dazzling array of jewelry on the desk: "Let's put them all together."

   The female shopkeeper smiled brightly: "This is ready to be sent to the house for you."

   "There aren't many things, I just take them away."

  The female shopkeeper neatly installed the jewelry, and carried a few boxes to take Lin to the carriage.

   "Mrs. Lin, I'm waiting for a new style for you to pick up at the house."

   "No, it's interesting to go out for a walk."

   Lin got into the carriage and handed one of the rosewood boxes to Wen Hao: "Ahao see if you like it or not."

  Wen Hao took it over and opened it, almost dazzled by a box full of shiny jewelry.

   She thought of the difficulty of her escape in her previous life, and the corners of her eyes froze.

   Not to mention a box of exquisite jewelry, she also likes a box of unpretentious silver ingots.

   "My daughter likes it very much." Wen Hao nodded seriously.

   "Mother's vision is still good." The corner of Lin's mouth was raised, and he patted another box of similar size, "This box was chosen by your eldest sister."

   She was clearly in a great mood, and the reason for being happy couldn't be simpler: she bought something for her daughter that she liked.

   That is, the mother who loves her father wholeheartedly, who has no heart, and is trampled on by her husband.

  Wen Hao took Lin's arm and put his head on her shoulder: "Mother, eldest sister will definitely like it too."

  Lin pursed her lips and smiled, contentedly: "Thank God for letting my Hao speak, my mother is 10 years old-"

  Wen Hao hurriedly stopped Lin's words: "Mother, you are not allowed to say that. If this is the case, my daughter would rather be a mute."

   "Silly girl..." Lin Shi choked and wiped the corners of his eyes.

   Entered Wen's house, Wen Hao held the box and said, "Mother, I'll go back to Yingju first."

   "Go back and rest. It's weird to hold the jewel in the jewelry box."

   "No, my mother gave it to me, I want to take it myself."

  Wen Hao bid farewell to the Lin family and walked in the direction of Luoyingju in a hurry, and only two steps away, he met Wen Ping, the steward.

  Wen Ping was in a hurry, not knowing whether he was too anxious or what, he almost bumped into Wen Hao.

  Master Wen let go and the box fell to the ground.

   The box, which was already full, fell, and the jewelry jumped out, dazzling in the sun.

  Wen Ping looked at the golden light all over the ground and straightened his eyes.

   Baozhu angrily scolded: "Wen Stewardship is not wearing eyes, can you afford to bump into the girl?"

  Wen Ping came back to his senses, and bowed to apologize to Wen Hao: "It's the old slave who doesn't have eyes, and the old slave apologizes to the second girl."

  Wen Hao turned a blind eye to the jewels scattered all over the floor, and his eyes fell on Wen Ping: "Is there any urgent matter for Wen Guan?"

   "I have something to deal with..." Wen Ping lowered his head, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the jewelry all over the floor.

   "Then Wen, go to work." Wen Hao's tone was calm, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

   "There are a lot of second girls, thank you second girl for not being surprised." Wen Ping snorted deeply.

  Wen Hao stared at the back of Wen Ping hurriedly leaving, his eyes getting colder.

  Wen Ping is the book boy who perjured his father!

   Twenty years later, the little book boy has become a big steward, and he is also a prominent figure in the Wen residence.

   He is so anxious today, he should go to the casino.

   Baozhu picked up the jewelry and breathed a sigh of relief: "Girl, fortunately, it didn't break."

  Wen Hao nodded slightly: "That's good, go back to Yingju first."

   She dropped the box on purpose to stimulate Wen Ping. And looking at Wen Ping's reaction, the effect is very good.

   Returning to Luoyingju, Wen Hao did not rest for a moment, changed his clothes and went out again with the jewel.

  The two masters and servants did not use the Wenfu carriage, but hired one.

   "Go to Qianjinfang."

  Qianjinfang is one of the big casinos in the capital. There is an endless stream of gamblers every day, and it is also the most troublesome place.

   At this time, a teenager was blocked by several people at the base of the wall outside the door, crying and begging for mercy.

  The people entering and leaving the casino didn't even look in this direction, apparently they were already used to this kind of scene.

   "Young Master Yun, do you mean to chop off the little finger of your left hand, or your right hand?"

  The boy looked terrified and burst into tears: "Don't...don't chop my fingers, my father will bring the money soon..."

   "Then why didn't you come?"

   "Come on, come on..."

   "Last time your father came to pay back the money, but he said that he will leave you alone in the future."

   "My father will definitely take care of him, he is just a son like me, you believe me—" the boy cried.

   Someone whispered in the ear of the leader, and the leader swept in a certain direction and sneered: "Cut off his fingers!"

   The person who got the order grabbed the boy's left hand and pressed it against the wall, raising the kitchen knife.

   "Stop!" Wen Ping snorted from a distance and rushed over.

   "Yo, Master Wen arrived just in time, Ling Lang's little finger is still there."

   "Dad, Daddy, save me!"

   "You...you're simply lawless!" Wen Ping trembled, both angry at his son's bastard, and annoyed by these rogues.

   "Master Wen is wrong to say that. It is only right and proper for you to pay your debts. If you don't believe me, let's go to the government and ask the official."

   Wen Ping's face was ashen with anger, but he knew that he couldn't get away without giving money today.

   Although he is the steward of the Shilang's mansion, it may not be easy to open a casino in the capital and stand still.

"How much?"

   The man held out a finger.

   "One hundred taels?" Wen Ping trembled in distress, and wanted to pay.

   One hundred taels used to be not a lot of money for him, but with such a son, no matter how thick the bottom line was, it was hollowed out. Now, let alone one hundred taels, it is difficult to pay even one tael of silver.

   The man sneered: "Master Wen is joking, one thousand taels, one tael less and Ling Lang's fingers are left."

   (end of this chapter)